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Love's Philosophy
by Percy Bysshe Shelley（雪莱，1792 - 1822，英国著名浪漫主义诗人）

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;

Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle—
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdain'd its brother;

And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea—
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

爱的哲学
by 雪莱

泉水汇入溪流,
溪流汇入海洋,
天际缕缕清风总是交织而至,
甜蜜涌动;
这世上没有什么是形单影只的,
万物都遵循一条神圣的定律,
相存相依——
你我何不如此?

你看山川亲吻高天,
朵朵浪花相依相拥;
花儿也如兄弟姐妹般相亲相爱,
不嫌弃彼此;
阳光与大地相拥,
月光亲吻着海洋——
这一切亲吻有何意义,
倘若你不肯吻我?

Annabel Lee
by Edgar Allan Poe（埃德加·爱伦·坡，1809-1849，美国十九世纪著名诗人、短篇小说家、文学评论家，在世界文坛享有不朽地位，被誉为“永为世人共赏的伟大抒情诗人”。《安娜贝尔·丽》为悼念亡妻而作，是美国抒情诗中的上乘佳作。这是诗人爱伦·坡1849年死后才发表的最后一篇诗作，代表其唯美主义风格的顶峰。）

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love -
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love - it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise - but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

安娜贝尔·丽
by 埃德加•爱伦•坡 (长风 译)

多年以前，
在一个海边的王国里，
住着一位姑娘，也许你曾听说，
她名叫安娜贝尔·丽——
她唯一的心思，
就是她与我的情意。

那时她和我都很年轻，
在海边的那个王国里，
我俩山盟海誓——
我和我的安娜贝尔·丽——
连天堂的六翼天使
对她和我也心生妒意。

正因如此，多年以前，
在海边的那个王国里，
从云间吹来的凉风
冻死我的安娜贝尔·丽；
于是她显贵的亲戚
把她从我身旁带离，
埋入石凿的墓地，
就在海边的那个王国里。

天堂里毫无快乐的天使
对她和我一直心存妒意；
对！正因如此
（在海边那个王国里众所周知）
夜里从云间吹来的凉风，
冻死我的安娜贝尔·丽。

但我俩的柔情蜜意，
更年长人的爱不可比拟——
更聪明人的情无法相提——
无论是天堂里的天使
还是海底的鬼蜮，
都不能使我们的灵魂分离，
我和我的安娜贝尔·丽——

因为在月华光照的梦里
总有我美丽的安娜贝尔·丽；
在星斗闪烁的夜里
总有她那明亮的眼睛；
所以每当夜深人静，我都和她躺在一起，
而她，我的爱, 我的生命，我的娇妻
躺在海边的石棺里——
在怒海边的墓地。

Love at first sight
by Wislawa Szymborska (维斯瓦娃·辛波丝卡，1923-2012，波兰女作家，1996年诺贝尔文学奖得主）

They're both convinced
that a sudden passion joined them.
Such certainty is beautiful,
But uncertainty is more beautiful still

Since they'd never met before, they're sure
that there had been nothing between them.
But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways—
Perhaps they've passed each other a million times?

I want to ask them
If they can remember—
A moment face to face
in some revolving door?
Perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd?
A curt "wrong number" caught in the receiver?

But I know the answer.
No, they don't remember
They'd be amazed to hear
that Chance has been toying with them
now for years.

Not quite ready yet
to become their Destiny,
it pushed them close, drove them apart,
it barred their path,
stifling a laugh,
and then leaped aside.

There were signs and signals,
Even if they couldn't read them yet.
Perhaps three years ago
Or just last Tuesday
A certain leaf fluttered
from one shoulder to another?
Something was dropped and then picked up.
Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished
into childhood's thicket?

There were doorknobs and doorbells
Where one touch had covered another
Beforehand.
Suitcases checked and standing side by side.
One night, perhaps, the same dream,
Grown hazy by morning.

Every beginning
Is only a sequel, after all,
And the book of events
Is always open halfway through.

一见钟情
by 维斯瓦娃·辛波丝卡

他们两人都相信
是瞬间迸发的热情让他俩交会。
这样的笃定是美丽的，
但变化无常更是美丽。

既然从未见过面，所以他们确定
彼此并无任何瓜葛。
但是听听自街道、楼梯、走廊传出的话语
他俩或许擦肩而过一百万次了吧？

我想问他们
是否记得一
在旋转门
面对面那一刻？
或者在人群中喃喃说出的“对不起”？
或者在听筒截获的唐突的“打错了”？

然而我早知他们的答案。
是的，他们记不得了。
他们会感到诧异，倘若得知
缘分已玩弄他们
多年。

尚未完全做好
成为他们命运的准备，
缘分将他们推近，驱离，
憋住笑声
阻挡他们的去路，
然后闪到一边。

有一些迹象和信号存在，
即使他们尚无法解读。
也许在三年前
或者就在上个星期二
有某片叶子飘舞于
肩与肩之间？
有某个东西掉了又捡了起来?
天晓得，也许是那个
消失于童年灌木丛中的球？

还有事前已被触摸
层层覆盖的
门把和门铃。
检查完毕后并排放置的手提箱。
有一晚，也许同样的梦，
到了早晨就变得模糊。

每个开始
毕竟都只是续篇，
而充满情节的书本
总是从一半开始看起。

A Tear and A Smile 眼泪和微笑
by Khalil Gibran
纪伯伦著 长风译

I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
For the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
To flow from my every part turn into laughter.
I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
我不愿用世俗的欢娱来换取内心的悲戚；
也不愿让我忧伤的眼泪变成浅薄的嬉笑。
我宁愿生活里有眼泪也有微笑。

A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding.
Of life's secrets and hidden things.
A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and
To be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.
眼泪纯净内心，让我明白
生活的奥秘；
微笑带来良友，是我荣耀
上帝的印记。

A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;
A smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.
眼泪使我体会心碎之人的忧伤；
微笑是我快乐生活的模样。

I would rather that I died in yearning and longing
than that I live Weary and despairing.
与其在绝望和挣扎中苟活，
不如在希翼和盼望中死亡。

I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the
Depths of my spirit, for I have seen those who are
Satisfied the most wretched of people.
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and Longing,
and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.
我渴慕爱情，崇尚完美，
因为邪恶使人肮脏污秽。
我听过充满渴望的轻唱，
它胜过世上最美的乐章。

With evening's coming the flower folds her petals
And sleeps, embracing her longing.
At morning's approach she opens her lips to meet
The sun's kiss.
The life of a flower is longing and fulfillment.
A tear and a smile.
夜幕降临，花儿紧锁心房，
拥抱着盼望进入梦乡。
晨曦初露，花儿轻启香唇，
接受太阳的亲吻。
在花儿渴望和满足的生命里，
有眼泪和微笑的哲理。

The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come
Together and area cloud.
And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
Until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping
To the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to Return to the sea, its home.
The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
A tear and a smile.
大海的水汽蒸发，
汇集成云彩。
它飘过丘陵和山谷，
在和风吹拂下滋生雨露，
雨露飘落大地，汇成小溪和河流，奔回大海，它自己的家乡。
云彩离别和重逢的经历，
有眼泪和微笑的哲理。

And so does the spirit become separated from
The greater spirit to move in the world of matter
And pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow
And the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death
And return whence it came.
To the ocean of Love and Beauty----to God.
人的灵魂如同云彩，
他告别自己的居所来到大千世界，
飘过忧伤的高山，
和喜乐的平原。面对死亡的微风，
他坦然回乡，
那是充满爱和美的海洋，
那是上帝的胸膛。

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
by Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant poises,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

The shepherds's swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.

牧羊恋歌
by 克里斯托夫·马洛

来做我的爱人，同我一起生活，
我们将体验所有的欢乐，
河谷原野向我们祝福，
崇山峻岭为我们庆贺。

我们依傍岩石席地而坐，
看牧羊人守望羊群悠然自得，
在那清澈的溪涧旁边，
鸟儿伴着飞瀑唱起婉转的情歌。

我用玫瑰为你铺床，
采来一千只芬芳的花朵，
为你编织花冠、彩裙，
桃金娘叶片用作衬托。

可爱的羊羔身上剪下绒毛，
为你织出精美的衣着，
漂亮的花鞋衬里御寒，
纯金的带扣光芒闪烁。

腰带是吐芽的长青藤与芳草，
纽带是珊瑚扣环是琥珀：
如果这些赏心乐事能打动你的芳心，
来做我的爱人，同我一起生活。

多情的牧羊少年为博取你的青睐，
每逢五月的清晨会起舞高歌：
如果这些赏心乐事能打动你的芳心，
来做我的爱人，同我一起生活。

Born As Summer Flowers
by Tagore

Life, thin and light-off time and time again
Frivolous tireless

生如夏花
by 泰戈尔 （郑振铎 译）

生命，一次又一次轻薄过
轻狂不知疲倦
　　 ——题记

one
I heard the echo, from the valleys and the heart
Open to the lonely soul of sickle harvesting
Repeat outrightly, but also repeat the well-being of
Eventually swaying in the desert oasis

I believe I am
Born as the bright summer flowers
Do not withered undefeated fiery demon rule
Heart rate and breathing to bear the load of the cumbersome
Bored

我听见回声，来自山谷和心间
以寂寞的镰刀收割空旷的灵魂
不断地重复决绝，又重复幸福
终有绿洲摇曳在沙漠

我相信自己
生来如同璀璨的夏日之花
不凋不败，妖冶如火
承受心跳的负荷和呼吸的累赘
乐此不疲

Two
I heard the music, from the moon and carcass
Auxiliary extreme aestheticism bait to capture misty
Filling the intense life, but also filling the pure
There are always memories throughout the earth

I believe I am
Died as the quiet beauty of autumn leaves
Sheng is not chaos, smoke gesture
Even wilt also retained bone proudly Qing Feng muscle
Occult

我听见音乐，来自月光和胴体
辅极端的诱饵捕获飘渺的唯美
一生充盈着激烈，又充盈着纯然
总有回忆贯穿于世间
　　
我相信自己
死时如同静美的秋日落叶
不盛不乱，姿态如烟
即便枯萎也保留丰肌清骨的傲然
玄之又玄

Three
I hear love, I believe in love
Love is a pool of struggling blue-green algae
As desolate micro-burst of wind
Bleeding through my veins
Years stationed in the belief

我听见爱情，我相信爱情
爱情是一潭挣扎的蓝藻
如同一阵凄微的风
穿过我失血的静脉
驻守岁月的信念

Four
I believe that all can hear
Even anticipate discrete, I met the other their own
Some can not grasp the moment
Left to the East to go West, the dead must not return to nowhere

See, I wear Zan Flowers on my head, in full bloom along the way all the way
Frequently missed some, but also deeply moved by wind, frost, snow or rain

我相信一切能够听见
甚至预见离散，遇见另一个自己
而有些瞬间无法把握
任凭东走西顾，逝去的必然不返
　　
请看我头置簪花，一路走来一路盛开
频频遗漏一些，又深陷风霜雨雪的感动

Five
Prajna Paramita, soon as soon as
life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves
Also care about what has

般若波罗蜜，一声一声
生如夏花，死如秋叶
还在乎拥有什么

I like for you to be still
by Neruda

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent
and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
you emerge from the things, filled with my soul
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream
and you are like the word Melancholy

I like for you to be still, and you seem far away
It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring
You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent
distant and full of sorrow, as though you had died
One word then, one smile, is enough
And I'm happy, happy that it's not true


我喜欢你是寂静的
by 聂鲁达

我喜欢你是寂静的，仿佛你消失了一样，
你从远处聆听我，我的声音却无法触及你。
好像你的双眼已经飞离去，如同一个吻，封缄了你的嘴。
如同所有的事物充满了我的灵魂，
你从所有的事物中浮现，充满了我的灵魂。
你像我的灵魂，一只梦的蝴蝶。你如同忧郁这个词。

我喜欢你是寂静的，好像你已远去。
你听起来像在悲叹，一只如鸽悲鸣的蝴蝶。
你从远处听见我，我的声音无法触及你：
让我在你的沉默中安静无声。
并且让我借你的沉默与你说话，
你的沉默明亮如灯，简单如指环，
你就像黑夜，拥有寂寞与群星。
你的沉默就是星星的沉默，遥远而明亮。

我喜欢你是寂静的，仿佛你消失了一样，
遥远而且哀伤，仿佛你已经死了。
彼时，一个字，一个微笑，已经足够。
而我会觉得幸福，因那不是真的而觉得幸福。

Sonnet 18 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
by William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
　　
我可否将你比作夏日
by 威廉·莎士比亚

我可否将你比作夏日
可你更加可爱更加温婉
五月的花朵，风吹满地
夏季的生命，匆匆而逝
有时候，太阳真热，可
又常遮蔽你金色的容颜
美丽，无法抗拒这凋零
流转，也拗不过这自然的代谢
但是你的永恒之夏绝不会褪色
你也不会失去你那俊美的仪容
死神不能夸说你困于他的阴影
你在这不朽的诗句里获得永生
只要我还能听到你，看到你
你就将伴着这诗句永远长存

Down by the Salley Gardens
by William Butler Yeats

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the Salley Gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.

In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

莎丽园/柳园里
by 叶芝

经柳园而下，我曾邂逅我的爱，
她走过柳园，纤足雪白。
她要我自然去爱，就像树木吐出新芽，
但我年少无知，不曾听从她。

在河边的田野里，我曾与我的爱人驻足，
倾靠在我的肩上，她放下雪白的手。
她要我自然地生活，就像堤堰长出青草，
但那时我年少无知，如今泪湿衣衫。

The White Birds 浪尖上的白鸟
--by William Butler Yeats
(威廉.巴特勒.叶芝，1865—1939，是爱尔兰著名诗人、剧作家和散文家，1923年度诺贝尔文学奖得主。)

I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awakened in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.
亲爱的，但愿我们是浪尖上一双白鸟！
流星尚未陨逝，我们已厌倦了它的闪耀；
天边低悬，晨光里那颗蓝星的幽光
唤醒了你我心中，一缕不死的忧伤。

A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose;
Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes,
Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew:
For I would we were changed to white birds on the wandering foam: I and you!
露湿的百合、玫瑰梦里逸出一丝困倦；
呵，亲爱的，可别梦那流星的闪耀，
也别梦那蓝星的幽光在滴露中低徊：
但愿我们化作浪尖上的白鸟：我和你！

I am haunted by numberless islands, and many a Danaan shore,
Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near us no more;
Soon far from the rose and the lily, and fret of the flames would we be,
Were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea!
我心头萦绕着无数岛屿和丹南湖滨，
在那里岁月会以遗忘我们，悲哀不再来临；
转瞬就会远离玫瑰、百合和星光的侵蚀，
只要我们是双白鸟，亲爱的，出没在浪花里！